A Garden of Verses

In this garden so untended we are growing undefended from the parasites and beasts who approach us for a feast Pomegranates and persimmons cherries,grapes and even lemons, grow haphazard all entwined we are strong and ill defined, Hold me up along your vines I am weak and short of lines, to express my fevered state, feed my roots, insure my fate, write me out a sunny day rhyme a rainbow,and then say soft spring showers came and went my head hangs low,my stalk is bent A sad sunflower I should be without you growing next to me to let me lean upon a friend, your magic keeps me on the mend.